Great Ming: I Rule Six Kingdoms, and You Want Me to Hang Myself?

Atop Coal Hill, the wind howled bitterly.

Facing Li Zicheng's army and the white silk hanging from a tree, the Chongzhen Emperor of the Ming Dynasty wrote his final edict in tears: “When I die, I will have no face to meet my ancestors...”

The next moment, the emperor opened his eyes, his gaze blazing!

A terrifying imperial aura, sweeping across the whole world, instantly enveloped Coal Hill!

“Useless! You ruled a vast empire, yet all you can do is weep and seek death?”

“I am the Ancestral Dragon, Ying Zheng!”

Looking at the rebels forcing their way into the palace and the hypocritical officials filling his court, he drew the Son of Heaven's sword:

“If I'm here, then I'll kill them!”

“The Donglin faction has ruined the country? Then bury the scholars!”

“Bandits are running rampant? I have Qin's elite warriors to pacify the Nine Provinces!”

“Barbarians are at the passes? Building the Great Wall is too slow. I'll destroy their country outright!”

In this life, I will not hang myself on Coal Hill. I will make the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers tremble beneath the Black Dragon Banner!